[Casually and in a seamless motion, Dio raises a hand slightly behind himself to take the handle of his parasol from The World as she rambles on and on and on and on. The longer she speaks, the more the mere sound of her voice is enough to agitate him. It carries too much energy and bounce with it, giving the image of thoughtlessness. Whether thoughtlessness is characteristic of her or not is a moot point; Dio can't stand it. A nearby window creaks for a moment before a crack appears in the glass. It stays within its frame, but it's impossible to see through the crack's web.]
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Then perhaps you might consider running along.